Dream on.
Travel hand in hand with your dreams at night, but don't cry in the morning. ?
Zhangpu was sick three times, and the grass trees in Xianyang returned to autumn eight times. ?
You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world. ?
Ahan Weilang went to the same place, but the night station was confused and I didn't know.
Say goodbye to the ancient grassland
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. ?
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. ?
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. ?
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
The Everlasting Regret
The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it.
Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.
However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day.
If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin.
Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.
On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head.
But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.
He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night.
There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.
The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly.
Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.
When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire.
... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.
Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes will never stare at her.
Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.
The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses.
The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.
People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths.
The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.
The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears.
Hidden in the yellow dust from the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack of the steeple path.
Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun.
But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.
He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest.
Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.
The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? .
Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.
Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow.
But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? .
Spring breeze blows on your face, peaches and plums bloom at night, and autumn leaves fall all over the ground after autumn rain.
Autumn grass in Xigong Nanyuan, with red leaves piled up on the steps.
Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. .
Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..
Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear.
And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *.
The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream.
There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.
People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.
He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.
Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places.
Then he heard a narrative about the magical island at sea, and the mountains were in nothingness.
There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth.
And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.
So he went to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell Shuang Perfect.
This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.
She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen.
Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose.
The wind blew the fairy's robe, as if she were dancing in a rainbow skirt and feather coat.
Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her.
Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.
But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust.
He expressed his love for the old man and sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin through his special envoy.
However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken.
"Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath.
On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
Pipa player's song
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music. Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left. We followed the melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again. However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. ... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. She brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them and plucks them, first "Nishang" and then "Six Yao". Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk. The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.
She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite. Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill. She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians. Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers. How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song. The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine. Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention. Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared. Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife to a businessman. Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder. We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ! A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile. Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year. My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes. What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining. Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears. Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music. Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. Translate the travel notes of pipa for you. ... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder. Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.
Autumn rain sent Yuan Jiu.
Red leaves and moss are unbearable, cool and rainy. ?
I don't blame Qiu Si for suffering alone. He is nearly twenty years older than Jun Jiao.
Don't worry after Yuan Jiu.
Fallen leaves in Yu Tong, gloomy hibiscus flowers. ?
In the early autumn, I was born here. ?
The situation is different from that of old friends, there is nothing wrong with it. ?
If you don't send the clouds, your heart will return to Qingmen East. ?
There are many acquaintances, but they ask different questions. ?
Put your heart and soul into it, and do nothing.
Send Yuanjiu
I have been ill for four years, and my relatives and friends have not heard from me.
Poor communication is easy to make friends, and it is never too late to smile.
Yuan Jun is in Jingchu, but he is far from Japan.
Who is he? His heart is as hard as stone.
Worried about my poor and sick body, this book is just to encourage.
Talk less sadly and add food next time.
The poor gentleman is a degraded official, and the poor family is poor.
3. Give food and clothing, and make a profit of 200,000.
Are you insatiable and feel very tender?
Read what I eat in my mouth to keep you warm.
Not because of a long illness, not because of a long life.
I never knew the depth of my friends and relatives.
Tongli eleven drunk recalls yuan nine.
When we were in bloom, we were intoxicated with the melancholy of spring, and waited for the squid as a bargaining chip in the later period of drunkenness.
It suddenly occurred to me that my old friend is far away from home, so I can only count that you are traveling in Liangzhou today.
At the beginning, I was separated from Yuanjiu, and suddenly I had a dream. The book was suitable and I sent Tonghua poetry ... This is for you.
Yongshou Temple Xinchang Square North Branch.
Return a few lines of tears, I will not mourn you.
Long Lantian Road, I haven't heard from you since I went there.
Ji Jun's residence has passed the Shangshan North.
Last night, the clouds cleared and there was moonlight thousands of miles away.
Dream of you, it should be.
I held your hand in my dream and asked you what you thought.
No one can send a book.
Before I felt it, I knocked at the door.
It's a messenger from Shangzhou. I've sent you a letter.
Suddenly started up on the pillow, clothes upside down.
Open the seal and see the handwritten note, a piece of paper with 13 lines.
On the one hand, I moved my heart, on the other hand, I left my intestines.
Never tired, too busy to say anything.
The cloud is the night of this book, and the night stays in the east of Shangzhou.
Sitting alone, in Yangcheng Mountain Pavilion.
Writing a book late at night, the mountains and the moon are slanting west.
What's under the moon? Erythrina tree
Half-fallen tung flowers are acacia.
Behind the diligent book, Tonghua poems are also sent.
Tonghua poetry has eight rhymes and profound thoughts.
With my mind now, remember your heart this night.
Read a chapter three times and recite a sentence ten times.
Cherish 80 words and turn stone into gold.
Night Forbidden and Yuanjiu
Two pieces of paper,
I didn't have time to emphasize it.
After hearing the sound of uterine leakage for the first time for five times,
When the lights in the window go out at one o'clock.
Yu yuan JIU Shu
Yu yuan JIU Shu
Bai Juyi? Tang dynasty
Yes, I live in Baiyi. One small step: Jiangling is self-sufficient. As for today, only one hundred poems are given for nothing. Every poem comes, or insults the order, or insults the book. At the beginning, it is the crown, so it is the meaning of Chen Gujin's songs and poems, and it is far from the year. Servants are not only influenced by the first step of the poem, but also instructed by the first step. They often want to answer irrelevant questions, talk about songs and the ending of poems, and describe themselves as the meaning of literature, always a book, leading to the first step. Tired years have come, less leisure, space, or want to do; I think what I think, I have no first step; The number of people who stopped fighting was four, and the soldiers could not achieve their ambitions, so that today.
Today, as soon as I committed a crime, I had nothing to do but wash my comb and eat the bed. I am proud of my book because I have read the old and new articles 26 Axis left by Tongzhou Tian. Suddenly, if I meet you, I want to say hurry up. I often doubt myself. I wonder if it's in Wan Li. When I was angry and confused, I pursued my previous ambition and encouraged myself to write this book, so I was lucky enough to try to pay attention to a province for my servants.
Wen Fu and Shang Yi have their own articles. The gobbledygook is the first of the three lights; The text of the earth is the first of the five materials; The first of the six classics. As far as the Six Classics are concerned, poetry comes first. who is it? Sages touch people's hearts and the world is at peace. Touching people, don't care about feelings first, then don't care about words, then don't care about sounds, and then don't care about righteousness. Poet, root sense, Miao language, Hua Sheng, true meaning. From sages to fools, from dolphin fish to ghosts and gods. The group is divided into the same gas, but the shape is different and the feeling is one. Those who say nothing, don't respond, don't feel.
The sage knows what it is, and because of its words, it has six meanings; Because of its sound and latitude. Sound has rhyme and meaning has classes. The rhyming association is smooth, and the words are smooth and easy to enter; For example, you will see it. When you see it, you will find it easy to make friends. As a result, the pregnancy is big and deep, the penetration is small and dense, and the ups and downs are harmonious. Huang San, the Five Emperors, thinks this is a big handle and definitely a big sinus. Therefore, when you hear the song "Fuehrer Ming, stock is good", you will know that Taoist Yu is still alive. When you hear Woods Rowling's song, you know that Xia Zheng is in short supply. The speaker is innocent, the listener is full of commandments, and the speaker and the listener do their best.
In the Zhou Dynasty, the Qin Dynasty was defeated, and the poets were abolished. In this world, they didn't use poetry to make up for current events, and in the following time, they didn't use songs to guide people's feelings. Use it to flatter the wind and save the lost road. At the beginning of six meanings, I was smashed. "National Style" became "Sao Ci", and the five words began with Su and Li. "Poetry" and "Sao" do not meet, and each department has its own ambition, which is a text. Therefore, the words of He Liang stop at the injury; The songs on the river bank are attributed to resentment. Wandering and depression drowned his ears. However, not far from the poem, the outline still exists. So parting is a metaphor for two geese, and satirizing a gentleman and a villain is a metaphor for vanilla and a bad bird. Although there is no meaning, there are still two or three things that are popular. At this time, the six meanings began to be missing. The Jin and Song Dynasties have returned, and the winners are few. With Aobo's leisure, I am more addicted to mountains and rivers; Far-reaching and ancient, biased towards the countryside. The flow of Jiang and Bao narrows here. For example, the sonorous "five essays" are nothing. I am immersed in six meanings! Lingyi, as for Liang and Chen, they can only make fun of the snow. Hey! Snow, flowers and plants, 300. What did you give up? Gu used any ear. Set it to "the north wind is cool", and the fake wind is abusive; "Rain and snow are raining" because of snow; "China in Tang Di", feeling China satirizing brothers; "Picking Job's tears", beautiful grass is fun and has children. Everything comes from this, and righteousness goes to that. On the contrary, what a pity! However, I don't know what "the sunset is red and the river is like practice" and "flowers should be exposed first, and leaves should be separated with the wind" mean. Therefore, my servant is just mocking snow and gardening. At that time, the six meanings were gone.
Tang and Xing Dynasties lasted for two hundred years, during which there were countless poets. Chen Ziang has 20 lyric poems, and Bao Fang has 15 lyric poems. Those who are also poets are called Li and Du. Li Zhizuo, just now! Strange! People are not arrogant! It is elegant and there is nothing in it. Du Fu's poems are the most, and there are more than one thousand that can be handed down. As for running through the ages, it is too simple to do everything well. However, judging from the chapters of Xin 'an, Shi Hao, Tongguan, Luziguan and Huamen, there are only thirteen or four sentences in this sentence: "The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and the bones on the road freeze to death". Duchamp is like this. What about Dudu? Servants often lament the collapse of poems, suddenly get angry, or forget to eat and sleep, trying to help them up. Ha ha! If there is a big fallacy, you can't say it in one or two sentences, but you have to be rough.
When the servant was born in June and July, the nurse held him under the book screen, and those who pointed to the word "knowledge" and "nothing" pointed out to the servant, but the servant could not speak, and his heart was already silent. People who asked this word later, although they tried it a hundred times, all pointed out that it was not bad. Then knowing the fate of a servant is already in the text. At the age of five or six, he learned to write poetry. When I was nine years old, I knew rhyme. Fifteen or sixteen years old, I didn't know there were scholars, so I studied hard. I'm twenty. I have classes during the day, read books at night, and have poems in the middle. I don't want to sleep. So that the tongue is sore and the elbow is sore. It is strong and its skin is not full, but its teeth turn white prematurely; Those who have beads in their eyes like flies have moved thousands of times, all of which are caused by hard work and self-pity.
There are many reasons why the family is poor. The 27th Party belongs to the village. After that, although he specialized in the senior high school entrance examination, he did not waste poetry. By the time he was awarded the school librarian, he had earned three or four hundred songs. Or that making friends, like the younger generation, is a job that everyone can see, but it is actually not a glimpse of the author's territory. Since I came to North Korea, I have grown up and read more books. Every time you talk to people, ask more current events; Every time you read history, you should seek more truth. At first, I knew that articles were written about time, and songs and poems were written for things. At that time, at the beginning of the emperor's accession to the throne, there were upright people in the slaughterhouse who repeatedly handed down imperial edicts to visit people with acute diseases.
On this day, the servant was in Hanlin, and he was an admonisher. He protests against documents every month. Between the beginning and the beginning, there are those that can relieve people's pain, make up for the lack of time, and it is difficult to point to words, so I need to sing and want to smell it a little. Listen to Chen Guang, be diligent; The second time is the reward of the reward, the blame of the blame; I will restore my ambition in life. Do you regret your life before you plan to do it? It's shameful not to listen!
Please speak for the left and the right again. Anyone who hears that there are a large number of books in Yu He Shi by servants thinks it is inappropriate; I was very unhappy when I heard the servant's "Crying Confucius Poems". When you smell "Qin Zhongyin", your strength is expensive and close, and your eyes change color; When you hear that "going to paradise" sends you enough poems, the person in power will be embarrassed; When you hear the poem "Village of Perillage", if you hold a military leader, you will gnash your teeth! The ratio is so high that it is impossible to quote all of them. Those who disagree are praised, slandered and slandered. Harmony is like a monk, and harmony is like a child. Even my flesh, blood, wife and children take me seriously. There are only three or two people in the world. Those who have Deng Yu are happy when they see their servants' poems, and there is no death. Those who have Tang poems cried when they saw the servant's poems, and soon died. The rest is the first step. I was sleepy for another ten years. Oh! Can't hold on to the wind of "Six Righteousness and Four Beginnings" and meet conan the destroyer? I don't know that God doesn't want the suffering of servants to spread out in the world. Otherwise, who is interested in poetry, if this is not good! However, the servant thinks he is a Kanto. He knows nothing except reading, even painting, calligraphy and chess. He is stupid to meet people who live in groups and know nothing! At the beginning of Jinshi, China and North Korea had no relatives, and dignitaries had no old faces; Zhang's strategy is to make profits, not in the field of war. In the past ten years, I have been promoted to the first place in my class three times, and my reputation has fallen into the ears of many people. I have made a clear mark, made a good man and entered the service crown. It is also right to get its name from the article and eventually offend it.
The Japanese heard from relatives and friends that the selection of candidates by the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Official Affairs is mostly based on the trials and judgments of servants and private individuals. The rest of the poems are often in the population. The servant was ashamed and disbelieved. When I came to Chang 'an again, I heard that an army had sent Gao Xia to live and wanted to recruit a prostitute. The prostitute boasted, "I recited Bai Xueshi's Song of Eternal Sorrow. Like him? " Therefore, the price has been raised. As the book says: On Tongzhou Day, I saw people with poems among the pillars of the General Pavilion. who is it? Last night, when the host gathered for entertainment, he invited prostitutes to see his servants, pointed and cared for them, and said, "This is the main ear, a song of everlasting regret.". From Chang 'an to Jiangxi for three or four thousand miles, there are often poets in rural schools, Buddhist temples, anti-swimming and boating. Scholars, monks, widows, virgins, everyone who sings servant poems. This meticulous carving of seal script is not enough, but now the custom is very heavy, and this is the ear. Former sages such as Yuan and Yun, former sages such as Li and Du Fu have not forgotten.
The ancients said, "A famous person is a public instrument, so you can't take more." Who is the servant? There were many names when stealing. I want to steal the fame and fortune at that time and make myself a creator. Would you like to do it at the same time? It makes sense to be poor today. In addition, many poets, such as Chen Ziang and Du Fu, were collected and stripped to death. Meng Haoran's life is not as good as his life, and he is poor all his life. Recently, Meng Jiao was sixty years old and finally tried to coordinate the law; Zhang Ji is fifty years old, and he left no blessing. Who is he? The talent of servants is not arrogant. Although he has been demoted to Zuoyuan County, his rank is the fifth, with a monthly salary of 40,000 to 50,000. I have warm clothes and food to fill my hunger. I give them to my family. It can be said that it is not worthy of Bai's son. Micro, micro! Don't think about me!
In the past few months, I have reviewed the old and new poems and distributed them in each capital. Since the collection, all the feelings encountered, about the beauty of thorns; From Wude to Yuanhe, there is a poem named "Irony Poem" by one hundred and fifty with the theme of "New Yuefu". Or retire from public office and live alone, or move away from home, settle down in peace, and sing a hundred poems about temperament, which are called "leisurely poems" and also have external references, which move from the inside and are shaped by people who sigh, and are called "sentimental poems". There are five words, seven words, long sentences and quatrains, with more than 400 poems with rhymes ranging from 100 to 200, which are called "miscellaneous poems". A total of fifteen volumes, about 800 songs. When we meet at different times, we should focus on the deacon.
In a word, the ancients said, "If you are poor, you will be immune to it, and if you are rich, you will help the world." Although the servant is greedy, he often learns this language. A gentleman keeps the way and treats others. It's time. It's Yunlong and Peng Feng. Suddenly, Chen Li came out; When I didn't come, it was for the fog leopard, for the ghost rainbow, for loneliness, for the retreat. Advance and retreat, why not! Therefore, with the goal of paying equal attention to economic benefits and social benefits, servants do their best to serve the Tao from beginning to end and invent poetry with words. Calling it a satirical poem is also aimed at helping others; It's called leisure poetry, which is not bad. Therefore, those who read servant poems know the way of servants. The rest of the miscellaneous poems, or induced by one thing, are spontaneous, spontaneous and not the best in life. But when relatives and friends separated, they used it to release hatred and cheers, and there was no deletion between times. He sometimes makes up gentle people for me, and that's all.
Slightly, the husband is expensive, the eyes are low, the ancient and modern glory, and the feelings of the people's congress are also. Servants can't go on expeditions to ancient times, such as Wei Suzhou's singing in recent years, which is quite close to irony except for talented people and beautiful women; His five-character poems are elegant, leisurely and unique. Who can grasp them today? But when Suzhou was here, people didn't care much and had to stay, so people began to be expensive. Today's servant poems are loved by people, while miscellaneous poems and songs of everlasting regret are ignored. Time is heavy, but servants are light. As for the satirist, the meaning is exciting and qualitative; A leisurely person thinks and talks about it. Quality is pedantic, and it is pleasant not to love. The person you love today, born in the same world, is lonely. However, a hundred years later, I know that there is nothing like the first step, but I know that I love my poems. So since 1989, poetry has been used as a warning to the first step, to encourage the poor, to comfort the living and to entertain the people together. Knowing that you have offended me, the rate is also poetry.
For example, when I traveled to the south of the city this spring, I immediately took the first step. Because each of them recited a new and colorful poem, they didn't mix other articles. Since the prince returned to Zhao, they have been singing for more than twenty miles. Climbing and crawling, Li was at a loss. Those who know me think they are poets, and those who don't know me think they are poets. What is this? Tired of the sound of soul and service, I don't know pain, but what is it? I will treat my colleagues as beautiful scenery, or hold a feast while they are killing time, or enjoy wine on a moonlit night, and I won't feel old. Although it is very suitable for people who love cranes and travel in Peng Ying, there is nothing else to add. What else? Micro, micro! That's why I'm with people who are out of shape, unmarked, arrogant and frivolous.
At this time, the first step is full of energy, and I want to return to Chinese poetry with my servants, especially my elders, such as Zhang's ancient Yuefu, Li's new line, Lu He's secretary's poems, Dou Qi's and Yuan Ba's quatrains, and Bo Sou Jing Ji, followed by Collection. All the gentlemen are very happy to be proposed here, thinking it is a big deal. Ha ha! Turn left before the end of the speech, and after a few months, the servant will continue to walk, and his heart will be dull. When can he achieve it? I can't breathe!
Servants often speak in one step. mortals are writers and private people, and they can't bear to be cut off or lost in variety shows. In the meantime, I was embarrassed and confused myself. Be sure to wait for those who make friends with the open class and have no tolerance, discuss it, cut it off, and simplify it again to get it. Servant's situation and the first step, especially the text. I'm still sick. Where are the others? Today, we are going to write poems and pens, roughly the first volume. When we meet at the first step, we will give everything we have, and we will be ambitious before the end. I don't know when and where we met. What if we arrive? I know my heart!
Xunyang is in the twelfth lunar month, the river wind is bitter and cold, the year is fresh and happy, and the night sleeps less. Draw a pen and spread paper, quietly in front of the lamp, read a book, and talk eloquently. Don't get tired of complexity, speak from generation to generation.
Juyi talked to himself, so that the scribes could believe him.
Excerpt:
People love each other, and I am different from others.
I would rather not eat than see you every day.
I can't see you for a day.
How to lose each other, everyone is Wan Liyun.
Read nine Yuan songs in the middle of the week.
Read your poem in front of the lamp, the lamp goes out, and the sky is not bright. ?
When your eyes are sore, the lights are still sitting in the dark and the waves are beating against the wind.
Parasitic clothes and tiny, because of the title.
The light-colored shirt is as light as fog, and the spun yarn is as thin as clouds. ?
Don't be too frivolous, but you know, I'm afraid Tongzhou will kill you.
Yuanjiu was dressed in blue silk, white cloth and light clothes, and reported it with poetry.
Qingsi cloth is light, but I cherish the self-styled Beijing.
My poor friend sent me an attachment, and my sick wife made me a tailor.
As thin as autumn, as green as spring grass.
Don't say it if you want it, and you can't describe it any more.
Blue Bridge Post See Yuan Jiu Poem (poem says: Jiangling belongs to Chun Xue)
Blue Bridge Chun Xue Jun returns to Japan, Qinling Autumn Wind I go.
Get off the horse at each post and follow the wall around the post to find your poem.
Give nine dollars when you are drunk.
In Puchi Village, I said goodbye in a hurry, and I went back to Fengshui Bridge. ?
After walking to the gate, I woke up with a hangover and a heavy heart, leaving hate for a while.
An old man selling charcoal
An old man selling charcoal cuts wood and burns charcoal in the mountains in the south all year round.
His face was covered with dust, which was the color of smoke burning, his temples were gray, and his ten fingers were burnt black.
What is the money for selling charcoal for? Buy clothes, buy food in your mouth.
Pity that he is wearing thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder.
At night, it snowed a foot thick outside the city. Early in the morning, the old man drove a charcoal wheel to the market.
Cows are tired and people are hungry, but the sun has risen very high. They are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the market.
Who is that proud man riding on two horses? It was the eunuchs in the palace and eunuchs who did it.
The eunuch, with documents in his hand and the emperor's orders in his mouth, shouted at the petrified palace.
A load of charcoal, more than 1000 kilograms, eunuch attendants to drive away, the old man is helpless, but there is no way.
Half a horse's red yarn is a silk, which is filled with charcoal to the cow's head.
Bai Juyi's other poems include Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple, Ode to Mujiang River, Remembering the Good in the South of the Yangtze River, Spring Tour in Qiantang River, Waves on the Sand, Waves on the Pool, A Suggestion for Friend Liu, Night Snow, Village Night, and so on, so I won't list them one by one.